Summary: After crashing the Tie Fighter, Y/N and Finn can’t
seem to find Poe. They go to the closest village and run into some unexpected
new friends. Little do they know, the First Order is closer than they think.

aaaah thank you!! this au is so ridiculously self indulgent aaaah, i’m glad there’s other people who enjoy it too ;w; (there’s so much angst involved even though i’m more of a fluff person – @violetnyte has influenced me terribly lmaooo ilu)

The censorship of Willow and Tara’s relationship in season 4 goes to show how sheltered Willow and girls of her time would have been to lesbian experiences or romance between women. This is still the case now for so many young lesbians including myself. (I accepted my sexuality around the same age as Willow. I had dated boys like Willow did. I had actually dated more boys than Willow did. You see where this is going?)

Saying Willow is bi rather than could have been (definitely not “should have been”) is a microaggression against lesbians. It is lesbophobic. Stop it.

Yes, there are issues with bierasure in it now (read: Buffy) but you can’t just point at a lesbian who went through compulsory heterosexuality in high school over 15 years ago and label her bisexual when she’s been out and proud for years.

I firmly believe the decision to not fully explain this on the show came from not wanting to turn their relationship into a gimmick. I believe it was done out of respect but also due to their limitations on what they could say. Willow herself says on countless occasions, however, that she is a lesbian and clearly has no interest in being with men ever again once she accepts her own orientation.

A/N: This one is for queenhowleen who
requested: “Could you write something where the reader is playing with BB-8?
Just cute happy rolly robot fun?” I kept it short and sweet, so I hope that
that’s okay! And I’m sorry if reader was a little too emotional, I think I just
bled into this one a little too much lmao

Pairing: Reader x BB-8

Warning: none

Working the
graveyard shift for the tech lab was probably the worst thing in the whole
galaxy. Sure, there was the occasional glitch that caused at maximum a dozen
people to show up in your office, all of them asking the same questions (What
is it, where is it, when will it be fixed, etc.), but for the most part, you
spent those ten hours pretty much doing a whole lot of nothing.

That was, of
course, until things started to get interesting when you were visited by what
was probably the most adorable droid you’d ever seen your whole life.

“Well hello
there, little buddy.”

The droid
had whirred enthusiastically back, rolling up to you before letting it’s head
drop back so that it’s aural sensors could see you more clearly. You smiled at
the little thing before crouching down to its level.

“Do you have
something for me?”

Its head
shook before drooping down.

“Ah, your
antenna is having some difficulties, huh?”

The droid
beeped in confirmation, following right behind you as you went to go pick up
your tool kit off of your desk. You turned and sat down on the floor, gesturing
for the small droid to come in closer before getting to work.

Despite
having worked with droids before, you couldn’t handle yourself around this one.
If all BB units were this cute, you might just have to invest in one yourself.
As you worked on fixing its antenna, it never stopped communicating with you. You
weren’t one to really talk while working, so the droid filled the silence with
an endless string of boops and whirs, regaling you with stories of X-Wings and
daring pilots.

By the end
of it all, you were biting your lip, your face probably incredibly red as you
tried to hold back the tears threatening to explode onto your cheeks. The BB
unit rolled around you in alarm as soon as it noticed, thinking that maybe you
were hurt or having some kind of breakdown. You let out a boisterous laugh as
soon as you took in the droid’s panic, to which it sat back quietly and
observed the strange human in front of it.

“I’m sorry,”
You sniffed, patting the top of the droid’s head for reassurance. “You’re just too
adorable. I can’t handle it. Your antenna’s fixed, though, so at least I’m not
incapable.”

The droid
hummed, bumping into you gently as a form of thank you. Could that be
classified as a droid hug? You had to stop thinking about it before you started
crying again. You would die of embarrassment if someone happened to walk in to
find you a blubbering mess all because of a little droid.

The BB unit
whirred a goodbye before setting off, probably to get back to its owner, who by
the stories you’d heard from the droid was probably none other than the Poe Dameron. You sat back in your
chair, happy to have had something
out of the norm happen tonight.

From then on—you
would be happy to note—BB-8 visited you every night during your shift and it
was probably the greatest thing that had ever happened to you.

Even with all of the technological advancements there were still some things that science, or even the force, couldn’t change. You were sick. Always had been. You weren’t going to die, per se, but if you were to ever stop going to your treatments, then you would be dead by the end of a week.

Three times a week you could be found in the medical bay, hooked up to a machine that filtered out your blood for you. They stuck two large needles into your arm, one to take out dirty blood, another to put back the clean blood. It hurt every time. At any given moment there was almost a half litre of blood outside of your body. This made for an uncomfortable four hours. If your limbs weren’t cramping, they were aching. If your blood pressure wasn’t dropping, you were nauseated. If you weren’t antsy, you were bored out of your mind. You were a little bit out of it for the whole thing, too. How functional could you expect a brain to be with so much blood gone from your body? It sucked. But it was the lesser of two evils.

When you had started dating Poe and it was time to tell him about your illness, he took it like a champ, being strong for you. He told you that he would be there for you no matter what. That nothing would change the way he felt about you. And that he would come with you to your treatments when he wasn’t away on a mission. His stoic resolve almost crumbled though, the first time he came with you to treatment.

He wasn’t expecting the gauge of the needles to be so big. He held your hand as they pricked you. He kissed your knuckles as your face scrunched in pain, telling you how brave he thought you were. You could see the tears welling up in his eyes at your discomfort.

"It’s okay,“ you tried to comfort him, "worst part’s over.” you said. He smiled at you and reached up to smooth your hair with his hand in a soothing gesture. You could see how hard he worked to keep his smile for you, but the worry was written plain as day underneath it. You squeezed his hand reassuringly.

Poe had brought BB-8 with you guys, and after you were all hooked up, he propped the droid up on the bed and you watched holograms from BB-8’s archives.

An hour into the treatment you started to feel a heaviness setting over you. You knew exactly what was happening.

"Poe, can you please get the nurse?“ you tried to sound as calm as you could. The time spent watching BB-8’s archives had calmed him somewhat. But your request put the concern back in his features. He shot up from the bedside chair and ran to the front desk. He walked briskly back in, immediately taking your hand and stroking your head again.

"Is everything alright? Are you okay?”

"Beep boo.“ BB-8 questioned.

You just nodded to them, trying not to set a panic about things. The nurse walked in and took a look at the filtering machine’s screen, pressed a button, frowned and then said, "I’ll take your blood pressure.”

The cuff on your arm squeezed and read your pressure. The machine beeped and glowed red. And that was when it happened. You could feel it, your blood pressure dropped. Instantly you had gone into a flop sweat. You were shaking uncontrollably. Everything in you slowed to molasses. You could hear Poe’s voice saying things to you, but you were too far gone to comprehend what was being said. You could feel the life draining from you. Like gas that was escaping that you couldn’t reach out and grab. It took everything in you not to pass out. You focused on Poe’s hands that were now on the sides of your face, urging you to stay awake. Eventually, after the nurse had given you some fluids, your blood pressure was coming back up to normal and you could make out what Poe had been saying to you.

"Stay with me, princess.“ He cooed as one hand held your head upright, the other gently stroked your cheek. You reached up with your needle free arm and took his hand and smiled at him. Your heart swelled at the sight of him, loosing his mind, looming over you. This man loved you so much. Usually you questioned it. Usually you doubted what he told you. But right now, you could see it.

"I’m okay.” you tried to say but it only came out in a whisper. The nurse checked your blood pressure once more, and when she was satisfied with the number, she left the room again.

"Wuh woo.“ BB-8 whirred. Poe chuckled and you looked to him for a translation.

"BB-8 asked if your battery shorted.” Poe explained, a silly grin on his face. You couldn’t help but smile as well.

You laughed, “Yeah, I guess it did.”

"You’re okay now though?“ he asked, worry still readable everywhere on him. You nodded and smiled reassuringly. He placed a loving kiss on your lips and then another on your forehead. The rest of the treatment was uneventful compared to what had just happened.